Nicolas downed another mug of beer, this would be his tenth round, but he showed no signs of being tipsy.
The bartender was quite impressed, considering how high his alcohol tolerance was.
"... Want another?..." The bartender asked, wanting more gain by the way.
Nicolas nodded, and, was poured another ale.
He actually sat here wondering where Flynn would have been. The last time he saw the lad, was when he walked into the fisherman's house, and then... Poof! Gone, just like that.
But, definitely, Nicolas was sure of one thing!. The bureau had not taken custody of Flynn, at least, not yet. If they had, he would have gotten the notification, alongside a punishment.
Now, what he had to do was seat, wait, and drink down his beer.
However, ever since he stepped into the Traven, eyes from the patron were fixed on him.
And Why not?.
